[h3][color=8dc73f]Greenstone[/color][/h3]

Greenstone was sat in his nest in the warriors den. His eyes, as always, were expressionless and guarded. When he sat like this, completely still in the dim light of dawn, he looked every bit like the stone in the Streams Cross that he was named after. Looking around him, he noted the soft rise and fall of the grey flanks of Gorsestorm, and the black outline of Talonheart. Two keystone cats for the events ahead, no doubt.
 
His ears told him that Jaggedstar was already awake. There wasn’t another cat in the clan who walked with such confidence and self-assurance as the Lightclan leader – and there was a good reason for it too. He’d practically fought his way to the top relying only on his teeth and claws, led the clan to victory against the rogues...[i] and won the best mate Lightclan had to offer.[/i] Pushing thoughts of Moonflower aside, Greenstone slowly rose to his paws and made his way out into the clearing, as if each pawstep had a deliberate function. 

[color=8dc73f]“Not much sleep for you tonight either, Jaggedstar?”[/color] Greenstone said, bowing his head. As Jaggedstar turned to him, intense green eyes locked together in mutual understanding. 
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“There is nothing to concern yourself about. Cliffclan’s group of rogues and kittypets are nothing compared to our hardened warriors. Even 7 sunrises worth of no sleep and no prey would still make our cats an unparalleled army, compared to those kits.”[/color]

Greenstone walked past his leader, focusing his gaze on the waning moon above in the sky. Short wisps of a dark grey mist intermitted blocked it away from sight; and soon enough, it would disappear completely as it yielded to the Sun. 
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“It will rain again, around the time of the next Sunset. With the rain blocking out our scents, and Lightclan’s dark pelts, Cliffclan won’t even realise what’s hit them until we’re already on top of them. Of course, we could strike before then and terrorise them from the Crossing to the Pine Forests in the far East, but…”[/color] Greenstone’s tail twitched. [color=8dc73f]“I’d [i]hate[/i] for Ashclan to stick their paws in matters that don’t concern them.” 
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